Romance Short Novels Novels & Stories

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

I leaned down, my breasts brushing his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, “J’ai envie de toi. Je veux sentir ta grosse bite en moi.” His breath hitched. He turned his head, our faces inches apart. “You know what you’re doing.” “Yes,” I whispered. “And I think you want it too.” He stood up suddenly, towering over me. In one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dining table, scattering the French textbooks. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry, demanding, years of restrained lust finally breaking free. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as I pulled him closer. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my bare ass. T

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

as Loki calmly said Loki never thought the atmosphere of their conversation will changed as a sudden. "Lovers short time, short time lovers" Jen twice-told said and pinched on her arms ,then Jen immediately walked away. "Jen, what’s your problem?" Loki asked while she kept following him around at the second floor . It seemed like Jen kept avoiding her. "So, we are just short time lovers huh? and you're happy If I’m gone." as Jen laughed with tears and said another word. "If you wanted to do it, then I'll leave you right here and now."

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I will post 5 chapter of this book so that your holiday is filled with love of your favourite characters and authors. 2. A few days ago, I started a protect named Love Again: The Billionare’s Second Chance Romace. This is meant to be a short story of mostly 50 chapter. I wrote it as a special holiday gift for all of you. Before newyear, I am trying to complete it. I have posted almost 15 chapte. Please give it a read. 3. After new year, I am launcing a brand new book. It will be a Werewolf Romace.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.